Caroline requested her to nod to him once, but she would not.

She leaned back hiding her eyes, and moving a petulant shoulder at Caroline's hand.
'Has he offended you, my child ?' Juliana answered harshly: 'No-no.' The wheels rolled on, and Caroline tried other subjects, knowing possibly that they would lead Juliana back to this of her own accord.
'You saw how she treated him ?' the latter presently said, without moving her hand from before her eyes.
'Yes, dear.

He forgives her, and will forget it.' 'Oh!' she clenched her long thin hand, 'I pray that I may not die before I have made her repent it.

She shall!' Juliana looked glitteringly in Caroline's face, and then fell a-weeping, and suffered herself to be folded and caressed.

The storm was long subsiding.
'Dearest! you are better now ?' said Caroline.
She whispered: 'Yes.' 'My brother has only to know you, dear--' 'Hush! That's past.' Juliana stopped her; and, on a deep breath that threatened to break to sobs, she added in a sweeter voice than was common to her, 'Ah, why--why did you tell him about the Beckley property ?' Caroline vainly strove to deny that she had told him.